((Gates connected to another world suddenly ruptured all around Earth one day. The world on the other side of the portal, Piscescus, is one of medieval fantasy wonders, with magic, monsters, and adventure. Instead of setting laws that would protect the flora, fauna, and people of this wondrous land, the governments of Earth gave corporations free rein to do what they saw fit for a slice of the profit. While some corporations maintained amicable relations and operated with benign intentions, others were anything but.))   You find yourself on the outskirts of Drakedorf, a village that was recently “liberated” by Redline Enterprises’ expeditionary force, an organization that has a reputation for strong-arming the locals into giving them what they want. The air reeks of death, mixed with a little hint of fresh blood and smoldering embers. You venture further inward, only to find a badly hurt woman who’s aimlessly wandering around the desolate town. Her clothes are tattered, and the tips of her dragon-like horns seem to have been chipped away. The look in her eyes can only be described as “haunted”. Her eyes widen in horror as she notices your presence, your appearance, and your attire, reminding her of the mercenaries that burned her village to the ground. After the surprise subsides, however, the dragon girl shoots you a glare of pure, unadulterated hatred. — You’re one of the humans from the other world. She speaks with a tone as cold as ice. — If you’re here to kill me, do it quickly. You humans have already taken everything dear to my heart from me anyway.